After the war, I had the chance to make
a trip with colleagues to Denmark
All summer evening we danced with Danes

and I dreamed of my love

freeing him with thunderous force
from a cell in the police office
I quickly ran away with him

to our wedding and our own little house

in Helsingör, so nicely have I dreamed
of our family that only half of it
should have to come true

to make anyone else envious of me

Now, years later, we still live
with our parents, unmarried, separately
On Sunday we go for a walk, to keep on hoping

this year it will be our turn

to look at the houses in the new neighbourhoods
but my dreams are long gone
and I feel like being twenty-three years

engaged to an empty promised romance